#selfcare

Day 12: What makes you laugh every time you hear it? I laugh every time a therapist starts talking about self-soothing! I am inappropriate sometimes. So, I have been trying hard to prioritize my self-care. Mad B is with her dad this weekend, so I planned some mommy time. I went shopping on Groupo...

I am an aspiring dancer now: that is what Just Dance 2020 tells me. We B Crazy busy around here and I have been struggling to get physical activity back into my routine. The Yoga mat made it into the house, and I paid the $12 for a year membership for online classes, thanks Groupon.…

Everything hurts. Between a terrible UTI .. again .. and severe PTSD flash backs and constant triggers .. again .. it just feels like it never ends. I know that isn't true but it has just been such a long long year.. Time stretches on, and I'm tired. So tired. Something has to click soon.…

I guess can start with the awkward bit. The part where I have to directly address anyone reading this because I should give some context. I will keep things somewhat vague, for my own privacy, but I am going to use this as a transparent outlet, hoping that it is helpful to anyone (including mysel...

My business has been on my mind a lot lately. As it should be, I guess? I have this friend who I didn't really know in high school, but she followed me on Facebook after graduating and was one of my biggest supporters as an author. Then I started a business, and out of nowhere…

I just hopped on Google to search "Chelsea's Open Diary" because I wanted to see if someone already had claimed that name for their website, as it is one I have been toying with. I hit search and Google did it's little technological dance and filled my screen with results. The first result was "C...

  TRIGGER WARNING! Let us take a break about talking about Francisco, and take a trip down Mental health lane. In 2015, I moved out of my parents house and into my own space. I was starting college and working at the same time. October came around and I met this guy who changed my life.…

My last entry was in 2009.  I received an email telling me that my open diary account could be recovered.  The curiosity of who I was over a decade ago was too great for me to ignore.  I pushed the button, and I here I am.  It’s like talking to an old friend, where years…

We both work graveyard shifts at different hospitals that are a couple miles apart. I live nearby, while she lives 25 min away. SHE texted ME that she had brought my mail and would drop it off after our shifts (I get off 30 min before her), or if I am already asleep she could…

Love WFH days.  Although I normally get up at 4am, try to throw my body around on the bike and get my act together, WFH days I can sleep in (until 6) and then lay in bed and answer emails.  So much better than when I worked at Climate, no rest for the wicked on…